A “jingle-jangle” party starts at 7 p.m. in the outer courtyard and under the canopy in front of the main door. I guess it will be the last party our wonderful Social Chairman will arrange. You’ve seen references to him in my blogoologs or should I say monoblogs? He should be mayor of Toronto. He and his wife have been here a long time and they are moving to an assisted living home, only five years old, new and bright and comforting? I looked at it last week.the fact that these neighbours, people that I know and like, are going to live there is an added incentive for me to consider it.

But I’m not moving. Not yet.

I keep having revelations about the book I’m going to write before i leave here.

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A week from today it will be over, almost. We didn’t go to church on Boxing Day, We ate leftover turkey (better than the first time round). We played with new toys or--better yet, as we got older—we read new books. I remember drooling around a piece of barley sugar shaped like a sheep, onto the pristine pages of Pollyanna. Does anyone else remember the Glad Girl?

I’m getting ahead of myself. I still haven’t written my generic Xmas letter. It will take a while.

MORE: I can’t write a generic Christmas letter. The whole point is to tell others that I’m still here and hope they are, too. I read the first page of my email contact directory and of the first four names on the list, three of them have died. And I have outlived my expiration date. Why am I still here????

That’s all for today.